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Month: February 2018

life used to have clear cut corners
and it was colored-in proper
with familiar shapes
and a brick road with our deaths
at the end of it

then you fucked it up,
and now i’m walking in a fog;
the colors have smudged into blacks and greys
the lack feels great
i have no interest of what’s in front of me

the road to death is probably growing closer
i’ll start jogging,
maybe i’ll run into someone special
or maybe i’ll fall into a hole
that smells like bitter beers
and back aches,
maybe the hole’s so deep
that my back breaks
and i have to get used to looking up
instead of looking at what’s ahead of me

i’ve been walking towards death all this time
but when i look up all i see is life,
no ones ever told me i couldn’t fly
and if they ever did,
i’m sure they’d just want someone
to hold their hand while they
walked on fog-patterned bricks
to death

life used to have clear cut corners
then you fucked it up
and now i can fly